I’ve got to sleep. Sleep is my only way to escape.

They don’t think “I care,” “I hurt,” or “I have feelings.” It just seems like I’m always “wrong,” always “selfish,” always “self-centered” and everything else that’s negative and destructive.

They have accepted me as an individual, as a personality, as an entity. I belong! I am important! I am somebody!

I really am only one infinitely small part of an aching humanity.

Lying - remembering beauty in truth.

I'm not really sure which parts of myself are real and which parts are things I've gotten from books.

I’ve got to sleep. Sleep is my only way to escape.